Going Ape Shit!

Laughing then suddenly
Lost
a four year old finds fear
under the rubber nostrils
of a six foot hominoid.

Prehensile, the knuckle walker
clutches an electric gee-tar,
shakes his chocolate shag carpeting,
and blows a cloud of breath that stinks
more of beer than bananas.

Every color of the canopy blurred into black,
Everything familar shaken off the tree,
lying with no connection to the understory.

Born helpless.

Eyes awaken to Charleton Heston,
No--Dad:
Prehensile, clutching a Pabst Blue Ribbon,
and swapping a banana for a bratwurst.

Lips curled, canines exposed,
the Neanderthal emits a primal whoop
with the young and bewildered kicking
and howling between his paws as
he totes the Lost back to the troop.